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Lola walked around the car and got into the passenger seat, placing her bag at her feet and rubbed her hands together putting them up to the heaters. And your name is whatever I call you, whore.”
“Okay John, whatever you want. “Hey Sugar, looking for a good time?” she enquired as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “What were you saying whore?” he questioned her as he held a fist full of her hair holding her in place. As she tried to stand she fell to her knees. “Let’s go home wife.” He smiled as he rubbed her hand, entwining their hands together. She grabbed her bag and riffled inside. The smell of sex all around her. “Now lick that off my feet.”
She did as she was commanded. “Don’t talk back to your Master, whore.
